The wizard pointed down with his staff and jolt
of ight lurched out, careening off the walls, floor and ceiling, unyielding
until finally it smashed a jat filled with lizards innards. “Ah, that one needs
some work still.” As he turned his back to the broken jar, ready to try again,
a blue smoky vapor emanated forth from the jar’s broken scattered remnants. The
blue mist became an evil genie, as menacing as it was large. He tapped the
wizard on the shoulder and the wizard turned, grimacing an “Oh, shit.”
“This is what you get for
trapping me in that jar of rotten lizard organs for 4,000 years you old toad!”
The genie grabbed the wizard and shoved him down an impossibly small jar then
closed the lid forever.
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